[Intro:]
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WHOA~! We'll roll youuuu!
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We'll roll you, we'll roll youuuu!
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[Verse 1:]
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Pull up slappin in me Chrysler LeBaron
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Twisted off that happy, Bobby Darrin
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The Hutches had me, jockin, starin
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Is it the Nikes I'm rockin or the ice I'm wearin?
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I won't pout over it, I ain't sharin
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I'm a home run hitter, Mr. Mack Hank Aaron
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The Mack ain't carin [coughin] I'm cutthroatish
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No dough bootch, you gettin my dick to notice
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I'm clean like a greedy genius, stay fiendish
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All up to par, star in the zenith
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I'm leanin, dippin, blazin my sippin
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Tapers or vapors mayne, we ain't trippin
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So focused cousin, suds keep me buzzin
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Ridin and sidin, you thought that I wasn't?
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Stuntin, young blood push the button
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We slumpin and bumpin, cutty it ain't nuttin!
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[Chorus:]
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Me and Mac Dre - ridin and leanin!
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Hittin on 4's - runnin dippin steamin!
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Comin yo' way - ridin on chrome!
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Rollin down the block - bringin heat to yo' dome!
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We'll roll you - right on out
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We'll punk you - right on out
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We'll roll you - right on out
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We'll punk you - right on out
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[Verse 2:]
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I'm leaned way back when I stack my bread
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Might scare yo' momma with them nappy-ass dreads
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I'm in my zone, my mind is gone
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I feel so good, couldn't be no wrong
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I feel savage, let me smash the beat up
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Twist up the cabbage, kack my feet up
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I'm V'd up, cause I need the dough
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And I stay with a slumper, that's all I know
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We gon' roll you
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Right on out!
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That's right bitch, right on out, slide on out
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Hurt's out, I gets further
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And when I'm on the beat, bitch, call it murder
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I kill the track, make a swift feel The Mack
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And make a punk rock, show me where the skrilla at
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Copper quit spillin that, it's almost 2
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With no mo' liquor nigga what we gon' do?
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[Chorus x2]
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[Outro:]
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I know y'all feelin that Bay Area mayne
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R.I.P. Mac Dre
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Zion I the face mayne
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Amp Live on the beat ya feel me?
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See Holiday, the Bay still alive mayne
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Let's go~!
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Roll On Out
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Mac Dre |